It's Not Like I Want to Play the Role of a Misunderstood, Good-for-Nothing Prince in a Villainess Story! - Chapter 71: Blood-Stained Hands

Agos’s body collapsed face-first to the ground in an instant.

“Larba!”

“Yeah!”

Larba rushed out and caught the freed and separated Driema.

Driema clung to Larba.

Behind them, the surroundings finally noticed something was wrong and started gathering around Agos.

“What happened!?”

“Agos-san!?”

I ran past Agos, who collapsed unable to do anything.

Running without properly stopping the bleeding hurt like hell, but every second counted.

I saw Riti standing with a frightened expression and Misty having her hand grabbed.

Three enemies in front. No problem.

I pointed forward while supporting my right hand with my left.

In that instant, countless black hands generated from my blood mixed with magic power grabbed the limbs of all three people.

“Huh!?”

“Wait?”

“Hmm? What’s…?”

Before they could turn around, I put strength into my right hand.

A total of twelve limbs.

But my right hand was stronger.

A dull, low CRACK sounded.

As I heard the screams of the three people, I protected Misty behind my back while glancing at the falling guys.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yes…”

Misty made a dazed face.

Her cheek was slightly red—had she been slapped?

Ah, this pisses me off.

At them, and at my naive head for thinking they’d be released if we stayed quiet.

“It hurts…”

“What the hell did you do… damn it.”

“AAAAAHHH!”

The crawling guys were wailing, but there was nothing they could do anymore.

“You’re in the way.”

I kicked groaning stomachs, kicked broken legs, and roughly shoved them aside to make a path.

[Yaata no Orochi]

What I just used was dark magic that Rubert taught me.

I mix magic power into my own blood to create black hands, and with them bind opponents.

The name was a mixture of Yatagarasu and Yamata no Orochi—it had a cool Japanese-style name that didn’t seem like it was born in this world.

Incidentally, even though it binds, the binding strength depends on my own physical strength.

In other words, if my right hand’s strength is weak, it’s a useless technique that serves no purpose.

However, for me with strength far greater than ordinary people, it’s an extremely compatible technique.

The problem is that to fully use its power, I have to shed a considerable amount of blood, making it high-risk.

Still, since I’d already used it, it was too late now.

“Now then…”

While saying that, I bound the remaining guys’ limbs as well.

When it came down to it, there were still nearly ten opponents left, and I had an injured right hand.

“Don’t… fuck with me.”

“What the hell.”

Their resistance was quite strong.

Both hands and feet of ten people meant forty limbs’ worth of strength against my right hand.

By simple calculation, the strength difference was 1 to 40.

Normally, there’s no way I could win.

Normally, that is.

Incidentally, I had no intention of letting these guys escape.

If they thought they could resist me, they’d surely do it again.

Larba is too soft.

When you do something, you should break their spirit with overwhelming power to the point where they don’t even feel like fighting back.

I gritted my teeth and furrowed my brow.

There’s no way my right hand, trained for years, would lose to these mobs.

Even in a group, they’re just mobs in the end.

“Kuh… OOOOOHHH!”

I heard a succession of unpleasant sounds as I forcibly crushed bones with my grip strength.

“Eek!”

I thought I heard Riti’s small scream from behind.

But I couldn’t not do it.

If I showed mercy here, there was a possibility they’d retaliate.

I exhaled while looking around.

There were only guys crawling on the ground like caterpillars while making pathetic sounds.

Is this the end?

“You’ll regret this…”

That’s what I thought, but I noticed one guy looking at me with defiant eyes.

Agos.

Even after being beaten by Larba in the past, he didn’t give up and set up this large-scale revenge.

His expression was different.

His unbreaking heart and strength of will were considerable.

In this case, you could also call it reckless courage.

“Haa…”

I grabbed Agos’s neck with my own hand and lifted him up with one hand.

“Zeke!!”

“…………”

Larba, who made eye contact with me, closed his mouth.

He probably called out to me wanting to stop me.

His eyes were saying it.

That I didn’t need to go that far…

But while it ended as an attempt this time, what if something happened to Misty when I wasn’t around in the future… or if something happened to Driema or Riti again…

—The worst imaginations urged me to go ahead.

“H-hey… wait, you’re kidding, right?”

As I gradually applied more force, Agos’s body started trembling.

He’s scared despite having the mental strength to say “you’ll regret this” even with broken limbs?

Did he really think he’d be let off after saying those words?

My heart thumped.

I realized my body was trembling.

But I forcibly suppressed it.

“I-is this okay? You’re a prince, right? Are you going to kill someone?”

“If I forgive you here, you’ll do it again, right? Then one person should be fine. Or did you not have the resolve to be killed?”

Slowly… really slowly, I put strength into the hand gripping his neck.

“Wait! Really… sto… I’m sorry… it’ll break… it’ll break! My neck… AAAAAHHH!!”

Just before his neck was about to really break, a slender hand gently touched my right hand, stained and trembling with blood.

“Zeke-sama, you must not.”

Before I knew it, Misty was standing beside me.

She was looking at me with a serious face, almost glaring.

“I am of course safe, as are Lady Driema and Riti. There’s no need to dirty your hands for someone like this. Please look carefully.”

Misty pointed with her hand.

“Ah… aaah… no… I don’t want to die… please… stop it…”

The expression of Agos, who had been acting tough just moments ago, was a mess of tears and snot. Furthermore, his eyes were already vacant and his pants were completely wet.

“…………”

I slowly lowered Agos to the ground.

I exhaled deeply.

Blood rushed to my head, and I went too far.

I didn’t intend to go this far at first.

I almost ended up killing Agos.

“Sorry, Misty.”

Thank you for stopping me.

Just as I was about to say that, I lost consciousness.